Peckhamgatecrasher

Mine is deeply esoteric and I'm not sure I want to explain it.

sentimental tripe but it makes me cry poignant ending but it makes me ...

Fettes & Oxford differ how much?

There is a shop called Karavan (I think) in L Lane, just past Chandelier, that has free copies of cycle maps.

Ivy?

Osbourne & Little make charming wallpaper.

Who's That Woman? The cat's mother?

I am Spartacus.

Aren't five year plans and private ownership at odds with each other?

You could try an intergalactic laxative, HB.

EH?

Bad luck, Michael - the Yeti has been confirmed by the Japanese. Therefore the G spot ...

It was flowers in the rain actually. Tony the Tiger is my hero.

The spout has just fallen off my kettle. I am annoyed.

This is what you want Brendan: white poppy Not that I advocate it.

John Buchan suffered from duodenal ulcers.

link to horse photo

Made a batch last month from a glut that a friend down the road had. The recipe called for chilli and lime juice. I went off piste and threw the whole lime in. Tasted disgusting so added honey to counteract it. Still tasted disgusting. Kept it in dark for required month, tasted it a few days ago [you know, wanted a present for some chilli-loving dude] and guess what? It is still disgusting. So can't cook either.

Surely Jonathan Creek is ok?

It's more if you drop your change all over the floor and have to stoop.

Absolute rubbish. Beans didn't appear at all. Peas numbered about 8. Four strawberries off three plants. Have only had two tomatoes ripen so far. The rest are beginning to rot. Brussels got attacked by cabbage white caterpillars and don't appear to be doing much at the moment. Haven't tried the carrots yet, but the tops look very weedy. Had some impressive looking grapes so manically built a pergola to take the weight. They all disappeared. Whether it was the wood pigeons or strange orangy hovering things that took them, I don't know. Only thing that thrived was the thyme, but since I planted it last summer, it doesn't count. Conclusion: I have green tomatoes, not fingers.

Only by strange royalists, apparently.

Oh dear. I am very touched by their plight.

Hear, hear.

Divine Right of Kings, Snorky. They know where you live.